Name: Owen McGregor
D.O.B. April 19th
Digital Shard: Kindness
Group: The Astra
Lives: In a condominium, sometimes stays in Astra clubhouse.
Because of his past, Owen doesn’t really trust people at first. It takes a long time before one has gained it and a even longer time if you’ve broken it. Owen hates talking about his past, especially about his family (unless it’s about his Uncle). Instead, his life revolves more around his personal interests and what he has done for himself. A majority of the time you will hear him go on and on about the paranormal, the occult, animals, video games and his former modelling career.
Owen craves attention when in the presence of other people., appearing generally calm and self-centered. He likes being noticed and recognized. Considering his desire for attention, he is also very conscious of his physical appearance. If someone messes up his hair, he'll freak, and if someone messes up his face or the rest of him, he'll freak even more. Some people may call him a tad vain; others: Narcissistic. But whatever you call him, he takes it in stride because he knows there are worse things to be.
His soft spot lies with animals. If you asked him who he'd rather be in the presence of: A human or animal, the answer would be animals (Digimon count as well). He’d be more likely to help a injured animal before a person. It is with animals that the more gentle side of his personality really shines. On that note, he has a weakness for cute things. Whenever he sees something cute, he can't help but to stop and stare at it (sometimes hug it) and blush.
He is proud of his accomplishments, ashamed of his blood, and is honest to a fault, to the point where he may seem blunt to some. He will get pissed off if people started talking about death like it's nothing or if they act uncaring towards it, as he has seen too many deaths in his lifetime--no matter how hard he has tried to avoid it.
~Getting his picture taken
~Dingos/Kangaroos/Animals in general
~Lobster/ Prawn/ Tim Tam's/ Lamington/ Chicken wings
~Getting his face dirty/messed up
~People telling him what to do/ bossing him around
~Kebab/ Gyro/ Focaccia/ Bratworst Sausage/ Liver
~Writting short stories
~Creating Techno music on the computer
Like all normal children, Owen was born and lived his adolescent life with his parents: Caetlin Balfour (Mother) and Raaul McGregor (Father). The difference was that they were not regular adults that society looked proudly upon. On the contrary, Owen's parents were wanted by the Australian police for the many crimes they had committed as head of the Australian mafia.
As he grew, the two noticed that their son was very bright. He quickly devoured his homework and read texts whose level were well above what those his age should be able to comprehend. At the age of 12 Owen graduated High School with honors as the valedictorian. Recognizing their sons intellectual talents and how useful he could be for their own endeavors, his parents asked a very serious favor of him. They wanted Owen to use his knowledge to continue their legacy of crime and deceit by tracking down their enemies and killing them off. Owen was against this. He hated everything his parents were and what they stood for. He especially hated the killing and seeing people die. If he was to become anything, it would be someone that wouldn't live with the shame of having blood on his hands.
Everyday his parents would ask him to do some job, and everyday he would decline- politely at first, then angrily and bitterly. After two years the pestering eventually turned into threats. At 14, when they decided to get their way by threatening to murder his beloved tamed pet dingo in the most horrible way...Owen snapped. His eyes quickly brimming with tears as he imagined what they'd do to him, his face horror-stricken. Not wanting the animal to die, he quickly agreed, but not after calling his parents some colourful words.
That night Owen packed his bag, put a leash on his Dingo, stole some(a lot) of money from the family safe and snuck out of the house to the airport. He had decided that the only way he could live his life happily was to escape the fiends that bound him in chains.
Upon arriving in America, Owen made plans with his uncle to live with him for the time being. Said uncle was his Father’s brother, whom he had been in constant communications with since he was seven. Both happened to share a less than pleasant opinion of the whole family--including the family business--so they had that in common. Uncle Samuel had always liked Owen, who he recognized as a bright young boy that was nothing like his parents, and tried to lead him along the right path. In turn, Owen looked up to the man and felt he was the closest thing to a father he’d ever had. Thing was, Samual’s house was small, and hardly befitting someone that had lived in a lap of luxury all his life. Too bad Owen, too bad. He would have to put up with it for a little while.
It was during this transition that Owen first discovered what would become his Digimon partner. When he went to unpack his suitcase upon first arriving, a strange egg was sitting amongst all his clothes. The dingo, who he had somehow smuggled to America by passing off as a dog, sniffed at it but only looked confused as it didn't really smell like anything--anything of this world at least. So he asked his uncle (who happened to be a zoologist), but he couldn't even begin to guess what type of animal had laid the egg. Regardless, the two of them took good care of it.
For days curiosity plauged both Owen and his Uncle, until Owen got up from looking at job ad's, and went to take a closer look at the egg. He picked it up away from the incubator and sat on the couch, with it in his lap. 'What are you?' As he questioned it, he found himself, unintentionally rubbing the thing, which made the digi-egg move. He tried to call his Uncle over to him, but he wasn't there. Soon the egg hatched and out came a cute orange blob with a patch on it's left eye. 'What the hell?' He was initially very confused as the thing looked like a mammal despite coming out of an egg, but then their eyes met. Owen couldn’t help but melt in the cuteness of the creature; from one glance the two became inseparable. Owen took the little thing everywhere with him.
A few weeks later, Owen started his lucrative modelling career after being scouted by an up and coming agency (if only to get back at his parents), and bought himself a condominium with the help of his Uncle acting as guardian. Cumon digivolved into Spilomon and was now known to be a Digimon (a female digimon at that). He became acquaintances with many famous people, and now had money of his own--clean money that had been earned by his own hardwork. The best part of it all? He was away from the filth that gave him birth. The only problem was that it would only be a matter of time before they track him down. Whatever. He wasn't about to let that get him down. For now, he just wanted to enjoy his new found freedom in the spotlight.
Three years passed, and Owen grew wary. He knew his parents were trying to get to him through his agency and that eventually they would get sick of the threats themselves. He also didn’t have a single person his age that he could call a friend. Of course he had Spilomon, but that wasn't quite the same. Owen felt that he needed to move somewhere--somewhere that no one else would know of and where he could meet people his own age. At the very least, somewhere his parents couldn't trace him. Searching the internet with Spilomon, Owen found out about The Astra- a organization in Japan dedicated to fostering relationships between tamers and their Digimon and sustain balance between the real and digital worlds.
With that, Owen was headed to Japan to join the mysterious group. Since his parents would be able to easily track him again if he were to continue his high profile modelling career in Japan, he decided to live there as a normal citizen.
~Far-sighted so he wears glasses when reading, but seldom infront of people
~He has Asthma
~His allergies include: Penicillin, Macadamia nuts, Hay Fever
~His natural hair colour is a dusty brown. Blonde highlights were added when he started his moddeling career
~Has Circles on the bottom of his feet that are birthmarks
~Is a fast Learner
~Fluent in French, Spanish, Japanese and Chinese
~He can eat all he wants and never gain a pound.
~Secretly jelous of the more creative people
~His pet Dingo's name is Turbo
Family: Jungle Trooper
Type: Beast Digimon
Personality: Spilomon is a rather shy, cautious, down to earth Digimon. She will often be seen on Owen’s shoulder or held in his arms. She gives Owen advice and the social outlet he needs (as he doesn't really have anyone he can talk about things with). She spends most of her time observing others and hiding from people. Generally she is always seen with her partner.
Weaknesses in combat: Doesn't like getting hit, and has low endurance. Has no real offensive short range attacks and thus prefers long range combat.
Strengths in combat: : Good at staying far away from the enemy. Has heavy damaging long range attacks that may stun the oppenet or slow them down. She is great at climbing and jumping.
Cumon (from "Cuscus")
~ Dust Bubble: Sends out a spray of dusty brown bubbles
Spilomon (from it's Genus "Spilocuscus maculatus")
~ Mud Sling: Uses her tail to grab mud and throw it at her opponet
Phalamon (from the family "Phalangeridae")
~ Burrow Eclipse: Quickly digs underground, covering the opponet in mud- lowering accuracy and speed, then pops up somewhere else on the feild
~ Rock Barrage: The rings on it's tail glow, hits the ground with it, rocks pop up and she hits them
Torresmon (from "Torres strait" which cuscus migrated across)
Maculomon (from the latin word "Maculosae" meaning spotted )
Verecumon (from the latin word "Verecundus" meaning Shy)
Owen and his Digimon (c) Me
Digimon design (c) Zillar